A few years ago, I found myself in a season of life where, no matter what the enemy threw my way, I remained silent. I would go to the Lord and ask Him to do something, but then I would walk away crying and wondering why all of this was happening to me. What I did not know was that I was in a battle. I wasn’t supposed to be silent or timid about my requests. God did not want me to have that pain and distress in my life, He wanted me free.
I was supposed to put on the armor of God and pray my way through the situation. Yet, I found myself crippled and afraid. I had never been this way in my life previously, but for this particular season I was emotional and could not figure out what to pray. I could pray for other people, but in that season of my life, I could not with all that was within me, pray for myself.
But…God was faithful. He had quickly reminded me, upon every instance of my inability to stand and fight for myself, that first, He had already interceded for me. Second, he had given me a group of praying friends that would not take this attack upon my life as an indicator of God’s desire for me. Instead, when I reach out to them with my inability to pray and my situation, they prayed for me.
I was in a war for my life and I did not know it. Yet in the midst of standing for so long, I had become weak and feeble.
Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. ~Isaiah 35:3
I love the way that it is said in the English Standard Version of the Bible
Encourage the week hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Say to those who have an anxious heart, “Be strong; fear not! Behold, your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God. He will come and save you. ~Isaiah 35:3, 4
I have no idea if my praying friends and family members knew what they were doing for me, but the Lord knew. In the spirit, through their prayers, they were strengthening me. Their prayers were changing my situation because they were going to war on my behalf. I could not fight because I was under attack, but I made sure to send a distress message, and boy am I glad that I did.
My message was heard and before I knew it, I was able to pray again. Of course the wounds were there. The battle scars remained. My knees were a little darker, but I was strengthen, encouraged, and strong in the Lord.
If I tell you anything today, it is not that we each have our own battles to fight. No!
I want to tell you that as we each fight, it is extremely important that we build relationships with people that will be willing to fight with and for us, in prayer.
These relationship are imperative to our survival.
When I was in this time of my life, I was in Utah. That’s over 2,500 miles away from anyone that knew me. I was literally in the desert. Yet, God came through for me and so did my praying friends.
Today, I encourage you to build relationships with people and groups of people that will pray for you. I encourage you to remember the power of praying relationships.
Thanks for reading…
Your Prayerful Sister,